I have crossed seas, left cities behind me, followed the course of rivers or plunged into forests, always making my way towards other cities. I have had women, I have fought with men ; and
never was I able to turn back, any more than a record can be reversed. And all that was leading me — where? At this very instant, on this bench, in this translucent bubble all humming with music.
never was I able to turn back, any more than a record can be reversed. And all that was leading me — where? At this very instant, on this bench, in this translucent bubble all humming with music.
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— Jean Paul Sartre, Nausea |
